Switch (Baeksoo)
Pairing: Baeksoo
Rating: NC-17 (oh holy crap is it)
Warning: Spanking (quite a bit of spanking), dirty talking, slight!slut shaming... I think that's everything.
Length: 4348w
Summary: Kyungsoo is usually the firmly dominant one in their relationship, but Baekhyun gets jealous easily and has to teach Kyungsoo a lesson. Fill for this prompt on exopromptmeme.
Soooo, here it finally is, my first contribution to the Exo fandom and my first rpf in general (my friends would be so ashamed). Anyway, so this took longer than I might have intended, mostly because of lack of inspiration and my mom yelling at me to get off my computer but also because of procrastination. Also available on AFF.
Baekhyun moaned loudly into the pillow beneath his face as Kyungsoo thrust hard into him, wrenching Baekhyun’s head back by the hair and biting onto his shoulder as he pounded mercilessly into the elder’s ass. Kyungsoo was incredibly dominant in bed and Baekhyun loved it, writhing and moaning in the grip of his lover. The possessiveness made him feel wanted, desired, as if he was precious in Kyungsoo’s large eyes.
Kyungsoo’s hands slid on the older’s sweaty waist as he fucked into him almost silently, his demanding stoicism a near perfect foil to Baekhyun’s noisy desperation.
Baekhyun arched his back down towards the mattress then back up again towards Kyungsoo’s chest, attempting to place his prostate manually in the way of Kyungsoo’s questing cock, which seemed to be almost deliberately missing the elder’s sweet spot. “Please!” Baekhyun begged, shuddering in Kyungsoo’s grip. Even in response to his lover’s please Kyungsoo made hardly a sound, rather using his body to tease before eventually, soundlessly, granting Baekhyun’s request.
Baekhyun began to moan in earnest (despite popular belief, his earlier efforts were not his best) as Kyungsoo pounded faithfully against that spot inside him, Baekhyun working his hand frantically over his own cock to relieve the pressure growing inside him. Baekhyun’s desperation grew, his shouts increasing in both pitch and volume with each abuse of his prostate, until at last, with a shudder and an almost cartoonishly dramatic cry, he came hard into his fist and collapsed onto the bed! Kyungsoo hardly a beat behind as he filled the condom (Baekhyun didn't see the need but Kyungsoo complained about the mess otherwise) with little more than a shuddering breath and collapsed to the side.
~+~
Kyungsoo and Baekhyun meet at a coffee shop after work. It is their typical routine, both of them getting off work at a time slightly to early to be comfortable considered dinner, so they typically killed the intervening time together over hot coffee and sweet pastry. “There's a new worker today,” Baekhyun noted quietly to Kyungsoo before watching the other man stare at Kyungsoo ordering his sandwich. The man was handsome, Baekhyun decided, all warm brown eyes and curly hair and tan skin over sleek muscles.
Baekhyun hated him instantly.
After ordering Baekhyun and Kyungsoo moved to sit at their usual table by the window, sheltered slightly from the rest of the café by a large potted fern that lent a sense of comfortable intimacy to the otherwise public space. They leaned in close, talking quietly with each other about their work, their friends, their day, legs tangled lovingly beneath the table.
Baekhyun was in the middle of a spirited retelling of Kris’ antics for the day when the worker from before -- his nametag labeled him as ‘Jongin’ -- arrived seemingly from nowhere, coffee in hand and self-assured smirk firmly in place. Baekhyun glared at the man while Kyungsoo gazed up at him with wide, deceptively innocent eyes. Jongin smirked at Kyungsoo, all but ignoring Baekhyun in favor of blatant flirting with the smaller man, carefully handing Kyungsoo his coffee while almost mindlessly passing Baekhyun his, letting his hand linger on the shorter’s shoulder before slipping away with a brilliant smile.
Baekhyun hated him.
Kyungsoo picked up talking as if they had never been interrupted. Baekhyun couldn’t believe it- not only did the younger man do nothing to dissuade the waiter’s advances, now he was pretending it had never happened! Baekhyun sighed into a pout, leaning his cheek heavily upon his fist as he gazed out of the window, blatantly ignoring Kyungsoo in favor of the people passing by outside.
Kyungsoo could be dense, but he could tell Baekhyun wasn’t giving him his full attention. Kyungsoo stared intently at the elder, waiting to see if Baekhyun would turn his attention away from the window and back to Kyungsoo. He didn’t. Kyungsoo stopped talking to see if the other would notice. He didn’t. Kyungsoo huffed and slumped down in his chair, glaring at his older lover as he sipped his coffee.
It wasn’t until he finished his coffee, setting down the mug with a loud clang of ceramic against the copper table top, the Baekhyun at last returned his attention to the younger. “Finished?” he asked, still paying Kyungsoo only the barest civility. At Kyungsoo’s affirmative, Baekhyun stood abruptly, grabbed Kyungsoo by the wrist and dragged him quickly from the shop, leaving their cups for stupid Kim Keep-It-In-Your-Pants Jongin to deal with.
Kyungsoo tripped upon being wrenched from his seat, and was hard pressed to regain his balance at Baekhyun dragged him out of the shop briskly and towards their apartment, never once slowing his pace. As Kyungsoo stumbled along behind he grew increasingly angry until, at last, his annoyance came to a head. “Yah, Byun Baekhyun! What the heck! You ignored me the whole time in the café and now you’re hurting me. Let- go-!” Kyungsoo was shouting at Baekhyun and whacking him about the shoulders with his free hand as they hurried home, never mind the scene he was making on the street.
Kyungsoo continued hitting Baekhyun on the back and shouting at the back of his head for much of the journey home, before finally giving up at the lack of response and allowing himself to be dragged. He just didn’t understand- what had he done to deserve such treatment?
~+~
It wasn’t until they were inside the apartment that Baekhyun finally let go of Kyungsoo. “Yah, Byun Baekhyun, why did-” Kyungsoo began, only to be cut off when Baekhyun turned back to him and slammed him into the wall. “What-” he tried again, but was cut off once more by Baekhyun’s lips slamming against his.
Kyungsoo was stunned by the aggression with which Baekhyun attacked his mouth, lips and tongue working skillfully together to work Kyungsoo’s mouth open and slip inside. This was utterly at odds with their usual dynamic- normally Kyungsoo preferred to be dominant, Baekhyun falling wiling victim to his control, but Kyungsoo found he honestly didn’t mind.
Kyungsoo moaned softly into the other’s mouth as Baekhyun stroked the roof of the younger’s mouth with his tongue, the elder’s thigh moving to part his legs and rub against his crotch at the same time. All at once Baekhyun was pulling back, keeping Kyungsoo pinned to the wall by one slender hand gently placed against his throat.
“You just let him flirt with you, didn’t you, you little whore,” Baekhyun hissed, lips brushing Kyungsoo’s ear and breath ghosting over the side of his face, making him shiver. The words were also accompanied by a slight increase in the pressure of Baekhyun’s hand against his throat, causing Kyungsoo to suck in a breath sharply at the unexpected arousal that spiked through him at the combination of the tightening hand and Baekhyun’s demeaning words.
“I -” he tried, only to be cut off by Baekhyun’s slender fingers tightening again around his throat, sending another unexpected wave of heat through him.
Baekhyun nipped sharply at the younger’s neck, making him whimper slightly. “That new guy at the coffee shop, Jongin. He was obviously flirting with you and you didn’t even try to stop him.” Baekhyun licked down the other’s neck to nibble at his collarbones, before trailing back up the other side of Kyungsoo’s neck to nip at that spot behind his ear that was always so sensitive. “I bet you wanted him too, didn’t you, you slut,” Baekhyun hissed in the other’s ear once more before allowing the tip of his tongue to dart out and lick at the rim of Kyungsoo’s ear. “You know I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else.”
Kyungsoo mewled at a combination of the physical sensations the other’s unexpectedly arousing words. He was so used to being in control, he’d never stopped to investigate what might make him shiver with pleasure. Being demeaned so was something he would never have expected, but Baekhyun seemed to be finding his weaknesses with aplomb.
Baekhyun was honestly astonished by his own success. Much as he had hoped to punish Kyungsoo for inspiring his jealousy Baekhyun really hadn't expected to be this successful- he'd been sure the smaller man would have stopped him by now, forcing them back to their usual routine. Instead Baekhyun had received a reaction beyond anything he could have imagined; his usually stoic lover was not just tolerating his touch but fairly melting beneath his demeaning words, his usual silence lost in favor of mewling and passionate moans.
Baekhyun was so used to being the thoroughly submissive partner in their lovemaking that he'd never given much thought to what it might be like to occupy the opposite position; now that he was in this situation, Baekhyun found he quite liked being in control, loved the feeling of being in charge of the other’s pleasure, of being able to make the other like putty in his hands.
Baekhyun fairly worshiped Kyungsoo’s neck and ears with his mouth, peppering his neck and collarbones with large purple marks, before flipping abruptly to press the smaller man’s face against the wall- Kyungsoo moaned.
Baekhyun mouthed the back of Kyungsoo’s neck roughly as he untucked the smaller man’s shirt roughly, sliding his hands underneath to knead the other’s almost feminine hips and soft stomach, grinding his swelling cock into Kyungsoo’s ass as he did so.
Kyungsoo moaned at the attention and the sensation of the other’s cock against his ass. To think that all this time a world of sensation had been waiting for him and he had been to stubborn to even investigate. More’s the pity for wasted time, but at least he was experiencing it now.
So lost was Kyungsoo in the feeling of the elder’s mouth against his neck that he didn’t notice the other smoothly unbuttoning his pants and belt until his pants were being tugged roughly down his thighs along with his underwear. Kyungsoo moaned louder at the almost painful rough feeling of Baekhyun’s still-clothed crotch against his naked ass, the zipper abrading his milky flesh slightly, yet Kyungsoo couldn’t bring himself to stop humping backwards against the older man.
Baekhyun was beyond aroused. The sight of the smaller man, normally so dominant, shaking and moaning and rutting himself back into Baekhyun was something he’d never thought to see. He groaned roughly at the sight before grabbing Kyungsoo, dragging him out of the entranceway to the apartment (which they had never left) and throwing him down over the arm of the couch, the angle pressing his flushed face deep into the cushions.
Baekhyun pulled back to just look at the younger man. He looked beautiful spread out over the couch like that, pale milky skin dotted occasionally with dark moles, bright flush of arousal spreading down his neck to his upper back and shoulders, his position on the putting his ass on display and causing his back to arch enticingly. Baekhyun took a second to appreciate the view before setting his hand down on Kyungsoo’s ass. His hand fell harder than he intended it hitting the smaller man’s plump ass with a smack, startlng in how the volume belied the force of the action.
Baekhyun was further startled by Kyungsoo’s sharp cry at the accidental smack. He ran his hand over the buttock, marveling at the lovely pink flush his hand had left behind. Kyungsoo pushed his butt back into the older’s hand moaning; Baekhyun smirked. He raised his hand again before letting it fall against the younger’s other buttock, the action more deliberate and forceful this time. Kyungsoo positively keened, humping down against the couch them back up against Baekhyun’s hand at the pleasure.
Baekhyun smirked before leaning over the younger man- making sure to press his crotch hard against the other’s smarting cheeks (and action which prompted a further whine from Kyungsoo)- to talk directly into his year. “My, my, you like that, don’t you, slut,” Baekhyun murmured, amusement clear in his voice. Kyungsoo whined, shrinking away from Baekhyun in shame before slowly nodding his head, effectively grinding his face further into the couch cushion.
Baekhyun pulled back, grinning at the response before spanking Kyungsoo’s right buttock sharply, then his left in quick succession, drawing a yelp from the younger man. Baekhyun rained blows continuously down on the smaller’s milky ass, staining it a deep red, until it was warm to the touch, almost radiating heat in response to the abuse. “Is that what you wanted you whore?” Baekhyun emphasized his statement with a final slap across Kyungsoo’s ass. Kyungsoo let out an unrestrainedly high-pitched bark at the feeling before nodding his head vigorously in affirmation, far past the point of shame. Baekhyun grinned, being sure to grind his crotch against the pink skin, partly to assuage to his own arousal but mostly for the way Kyungsoo’s breath caught when the zipper of his pants caught on the inflamed skin.
Baekhyun kneaded the warm flesh, grip rough yet tender, before spreading the younger’s cheeks to stare at his pink hole. He slid to his knees between the smaller’s thick thighs before burying his face between his spread cheeks. “Oh, baby, you smell so good,” he murmured, nuzzling his nose into the earthy musk before darting his tongue out to tease Kyungsoo’s hole.
Kyungsoo yelped and fairly crushed Baekhyun’s head between his thighs at the unanticipated sensation. Baekhyun pulled back annoyed. “Here, spread your own damn cheeks,” he ordered, waiting impatiently for Kyungsoo to reach back, slowly and shakily, to grip his own buttocks and spread them apart. “Good boy,” Baekhyun cooed, kissing the other’s sensitive perineum as reward. “Now don’t. Move.”
Kyungsoo whined his understanding and Baekhyun, thoroughly satisfied with how things were going, moved back between the younger’s legs, biting a buttock before moving back to lick a broad strip from Kyungsoo’s balls up to his tight hole, which clenched visibly at the attention as Kyungsoo’s breath shuddered loudly.
Baekhyun worked noisily at Kyungsoo’s hole, kissing it, biting it, lapping around the sensitive outer ring before pushing gradually more of his tongue into the other’s tight heat. Kyungsoo truly squealed at that, tightening around the elder’s tongue and thrashing against the couch, losing his grip on his buttocks to grab for Baekhyun’s hair before the elder pulled back to smack the younger’s thigh hard in punishment. Baekhyun waited for Kyungsoo to calm down and spread himself once more before moving back to push his tongue into the younger’s asshole, pausing only to slick a few fingers with saliva before pushing one in alongside his tongue.
Kyungsoo wailed as Baekhyun’s finger scraped against his inner walls. Baekhyun’s fingers were slim enough that the thickness was hardly an issue, but they were so very long, reaching far deeper inside Kyungsoo than Kyungsoo’s own fingers could ever do to Baekhyun. As his tongue worked busily on the entrance to the other’s tight hole, Baekhyun crooked his finger slightly downward, towards the younger’s front. Kyungsoo groaned and rutted backwards once more as Baekhyun’s long fingers easily reached and teased his prostate. Kyungsoo had known, of course, the effect that magical spot had upon Baekhyun, but had never truly understood the level of sensation a simple touch to that intimate place could impart upon he himself.
Much as he enjoyed Kyungsoo’s reaction to it, Baekhyun was ultimately limited by maintain his mouth’s connection to the smaller’s ass. He was reaching the end of his patience and was quickly reaching a point of simply wanting to speed the process along and reach the main event.
With this in mind he regretfully pulled back, ignoring Kyungsoo’s cry of protest, before rapidly replacing his tongue with a second finger. The finger was far less than adequately lubed, and its entrance stung, but Kyungsoo was so far beyond the point of caring that the pain barely even registered. Baekhyun began to speed the process along, pumping the fingers and scissoring them quickly, crooking them against the younger’s prostate occasionally in an attempt to alleviate the pain. He renewed the coating of spit on his fingers before inserting a third, not seeking to truly damage his lover with inadequate preparation.
Kyungsoo truly squealed at the third finger. Although it was not truly that much of a jump from only two, the stretch felt so much more, making Kyungsoo nervous about what was to come. Baekhyun stroked his lower back soothingly, whispering nothings about how good Kyungsoo looked, stretched around his fingers like that, and willing the younger man to relax. Despite the burn of the stretch Kyungsoo was writhing and moaning, broken cries for for more cutting occasionally through his moans.
Finally Baekhyun had had enough- he had ignored his own pleasure for long enough, it was time to claim what was his.
Kyungsoo took Baekhyun’s withdrawal from his ass as a queue to relax and loosen his grip on his buttocks. Baekhyun quickly put a stop to that, slapping Kyungsoo hard several times on each cheek and thigh before returning the younger man’s hands to spread his ass once more. Once Kyungsoo was properly spread Baekhyun drove the point home with a final slap, harder than any before it, directly over the smaller’s exposed hole.
Kyungsoo screamed, gripping his own ass tightly and writhing against the couch in shock and unexpected pain, the blow stinging all the more for its contact with his sensitized hole. His body tensed to a point of almost absolute rigidity before collapsing limply over the arm of the couch, never having let go of his spread ass.
Baekhyun was pleased. Even when he saw come slipping slowly down the couch, Kyungsoo an unwitting victim of his newly discovered pain kink and the unannounced finishing blow, Baekhyun could bring himself to be nothing but pleased with the younger man. He smoothed a hand over Kyungsoo’s back in reward as well as a silent command to stay as he was while Baekhyun quickly made his way to the bedroom for lube- no matter how eager he was, he really didn't want to damage his lover, and the unlubricated friction would be painful to himself as well.
When he returned it was to see Kyungsoo shaking with embarrassment at his exposure and arousal from the demeaning nature of the same, bright, vibrant red spreading once more down his neck and upper back, concentrating in the flaming tips of his ears, face pushed into the couch. He was whining slightly, cries of “Baek, Baekhyun please, please Baek,” only barely audible up close.
Kyungsoo jumped at the return of Baekhyun’s touch, hands smoothing down over his buttocks and meaty thighs, reveling in contrast of flushed bright red against almost translucently pale white skin. Baekhyun quickly opened his pants, squirted the lube into his palm and coated his cock, groaning slightly at the slick warmth of his hand, before smearing the remainder onto Kyungsoo’s hole which seemed almost to gasp in response, fluttering open slightly before clenching tight once more. He wiped his hand clean before pointing his cock at Kyungsoo’s hole and, counting on the extended nature of his preparation, plunged his cock in all at once, not stopping to until his hips were pressed agains Kyungsoo’s hands where they continued to pry his own cheeks apart.
Kyungsoo wailed, body bucking against the couch in objection to the stimulus to his over-sensitized hole. Baekhyun quickly moved the younger man’s hands from where they were gripping his spread cheeks, honestly fearful he would hurt himself with the desperate force of his grip. Kyungsoo then took the intense almost-pain of his pleasure out in the couch, hands kneading and grasping desperately at the cushions.
Baekhyun pushed lightly between the younger’s shoulder blades, liking the increased arch of Kyungsoo’s back and the way that it put the alabaster globes of his ass further on display, before gripping his hips firmly and drawing back a bit- Kyungsoo whimpered quietly- and pushing back in. In all honesty, Baekhyun was nervous. He had been firmly on he bottom for so long, had so little experience with dominating, that he really didn't know exactly what he was doing, and it was strangely terrifying. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, and then though of what he himself enjoyed. He had plenty of experience in submitting after all, and thus a very thorough knowledge of what felt good and what did not. Secure in the knowledge of his experience Baekhyun drew back, further this time so that Kyungsoo’s hole was stretched wide around just the head of his cock, before slamming in with more force, his hips slapping audibly against the cherry red skin of Kyungsoo’s abused ass.
Kyungsoo let out a moan, loud and almost musical in quality, as Baekhyun’s cock scraped along his inner walls, still almost too much in the sensitivity that lingered in the wake of Kyungsoo’s orgasm, distant memory though it now was. Kyungsoo took a moment to breath, grateful that Baekhyun was taking it slow, before having all the air knocked out of him as Baekhyun began to pound into him in earnest.
At last Baekhyun lost all patience and began hammering hard into the younger, drawing back almost all the way- and in fact even falling out a few times as he worked out the range of motion available to him- then slamming back in with a repeated sharp flesh-on-flesh sound as Baekhyun’s hips hit Kyungsoo’s fleshy bottom hard, and an almost sickly arousing squelching of Baekhyun’s cock pounding in and out of Kyungsoo’s slick asshole.
With each thrust in Kyungsoo was forced forward into the couch, his face crushing repeatedly into the cushion. Baekhyun loved the look of his lover, flushed face being smothered into the cushion, mouth open and drooling in mindless pleasure. Baekhyun leaned forward to nip small bites up the pale skin over Kyungsoo’s spine, sucking a prominent mark on the side of his neck underestimate his left ear, before licking his way to Kyungsoo’s open mouth. Phish slight height advantage only just allowed him to reach Kyungsoo’s mouth from this position, kissing him deeply as his hands worked up and down the younger’s sides.
Bending forward had Baekhyun’s cock pressing against the front wall of Kyungsoo’s ass, and the smaller man gasped into Baekhyun’s mouth as his cock pressed against Kyungsoo’s prostate.
Baekhyun righted himself, intent on searching out that same spot once more. He thrust, continuously, shifting his angle with each thrust in an attempt to hit the younger’s prostate again and replicate the tightening of Kyungsoo’s ass around him that had accompanied the first accidental stimulation of that bundle of nerves. After a bit of determined searching, Baekhyun found what he was looking for and, with its position firmly in mind, began to hammer just that place repeatedly.
Kyungsoo became, if possible, even more uninhibited, crying out and moaning utterly without restraint, arms now laying uselessly by his sides as his fingers spread and flexed, muscles uncontrolled in his immense pleasure. Baekhyun, satisfied with his ability to bring his lover to such a state, began to move more slowly and deliberately, pulling his cock out completely and pausing briefly before, pounding it back in. He repeated the process over and over, entranced by the was Kyungsoo’s hole seemed to wink open in his absence, sucking him in eagerly upon reentry.
Kyungsoo was a wreck, barely coherent with little more than babbled nonsense and sounds of ecstasy spilling from his lips. Baekhyun caught only the occasional word or short phrase, usually some combination of “Baek,” “please,” or “come, gonna come.” Baekhyun was at the end of his tether himself, stamina admittedly flagging and orgasm fast approaching.
Abruptly Baekhyun pulled out and away completely, Kyungsoo whining loudly at being abandoned so, before Baekhyun grabbed him by the hips and flipped him quickly onto his back. Kyungsoo gasped at the sudden transition, eyes wide in obvious surprise. Baekhyun took in his wide, still innocent eyes, his tear-stained face, his moist and plump red lips gasping for air and letting out continuous little whines with each shaky exhalation. Baekhyun groaned, the sight of his lover looking so utterly wrecked arousing something deep inside him he hadn’t known existed, and lifted a smooth white leg over one should've before plunging back inside the swollen hole.
Kyungsoo keened shrilly, the position allowing Baekhyun’s cock to delve still deeper than it had done before, and the way Kyungsoo was bent backwards over the arm of the couch allowing Baekhyun’s hard cock to hit his prostate easily and repeatedly, the constant pressure and stimulus slowly driving Kyungsoo insane, or so he thought. The pleasure had him clenching rhythmically around Baekhyun, who was moaning in his own turn at the added pleasure to an already pleasurable situation. Baekhyun sew more times into the spot before Kyungsoo wailed, coming hard, large eyes rolling back and ass tightening such that Baekhyun could no longer move as the younger’s cum spurted up his stomach slightly, some of his semen dripping down his cock in globs to run down his balls to his balls.
Kyungsoo’s inner muscles fluttered in the wake of his orgasm and it proved too much for Baekhyun, the elder thrust a few more times into the constricting moist heat before coming, semen shooting deep into the younger man. Baekhyun collapsed over his lover, utterly spent after the unusual activity. They stuck together slightly, sweat and come pasting their fronts together until Baekhyun finally roused himself enough to pull out, appreciating the shudder that ran through Kyungsoo’s body as the released cum ran down the back of his thighs and onto their couch. Baekhyun left briefly, retrieving tissues to clean them both slightly- giving his come-spattered shirt up as a lost cause- before moving the younger into a more comfortable position and collapsing onto the couch himself. “Now don't make me jealous,” Baekhyun murmured, barely hearing Kyungsoo’s breathy affirmative as the other man nodded off. Baekhyun looked down at him fondly, stroking slim fingers through sweaty hair, before himself drifting off to sleep.
Rating: NC-17 (oh holy crap is it)
Warning: Spanking (quite a bit of spanking), dirty talking, slight!slut shaming... I think that's everything.
Length: 4348w
Summary: Kyungsoo is usually the firmly dominant one in their relationship, but Baekhyun gets jealous easily and has to teach Kyungsoo a lesson. Fill for this prompt on exopromptmeme.
Soooo, here it finally is, my first contribution to the Exo fandom and my first rpf in general (my friends would be so ashamed). Anyway, so this took longer than I might have intended, mostly because of lack of inspiration and my mom yelling at me to get off my computer but also because of procrastination. Also available on AFF.
Baekhyun moaned loudly into the pillow beneath his face as Kyungsoo thrust hard into him, wrenching Baekhyun’s head back by the hair and biting onto his shoulder as he pounded mercilessly into the elder’s ass. Kyungsoo was incredibly dominant in bed and Baekhyun loved it, writhing and moaning in the grip of his lover. The possessiveness made him feel wanted, desired, as if he was precious in Kyungsoo’s large eyes.
Kyungsoo’s hands slid on the older’s sweaty waist as he fucked into him almost silently, his demanding stoicism a near perfect foil to Baekhyun’s noisy desperation.
Baekhyun arched his back down towards the mattress then back up again towards Kyungsoo’s chest, attempting to place his prostate manually in the way of Kyungsoo’s questing cock, which seemed to be almost deliberately missing the elder’s sweet spot. “Please!” Baekhyun begged, shuddering in Kyungsoo’s grip. Even in response to his lover’s please Kyungsoo made hardly a sound, rather using his body to tease before eventually, soundlessly, granting Baekhyun’s request.
Baekhyun began to moan in earnest (despite popular belief, his earlier efforts were not his best) as Kyungsoo pounded faithfully against that spot inside him, Baekhyun working his hand frantically over his own cock to relieve the pressure growing inside him. Baekhyun’s desperation grew, his shouts increasing in both pitch and volume with each abuse of his prostate, until at last, with a shudder and an almost cartoonishly dramatic cry, he came hard into his fist and collapsed onto the bed! Kyungsoo hardly a beat behind as he filled the condom (Baekhyun didn't see the need but Kyungsoo complained about the mess otherwise) with little more than a shuddering breath and collapsed to the side.
~+~
Kyungsoo and Baekhyun meet at a coffee shop after work. It is their typical routine, both of them getting off work at a time slightly to early to be comfortable considered dinner, so they typically killed the intervening time together over hot coffee and sweet pastry. “There's a new worker today,” Baekhyun noted quietly to Kyungsoo before watching the other man stare at Kyungsoo ordering his sandwich. The man was handsome, Baekhyun decided, all warm brown eyes and curly hair and tan skin over sleek muscles.
Baekhyun hated him instantly.
After ordering Baekhyun and Kyungsoo moved to sit at their usual table by the window, sheltered slightly from the rest of the café by a large potted fern that lent a sense of comfortable intimacy to the otherwise public space. They leaned in close, talking quietly with each other about their work, their friends, their day, legs tangled lovingly beneath the table.
Baekhyun was in the middle of a spirited retelling of Kris’ antics for the day when the worker from before -- his nametag labeled him as ‘Jongin’ -- arrived seemingly from nowhere, coffee in hand and self-assured smirk firmly in place. Baekhyun glared at the man while Kyungsoo gazed up at him with wide, deceptively innocent eyes. Jongin smirked at Kyungsoo, all but ignoring Baekhyun in favor of blatant flirting with the smaller man, carefully handing Kyungsoo his coffee while almost mindlessly passing Baekhyun his, letting his hand linger on the shorter’s shoulder before slipping away with a brilliant smile.
Baekhyun hated him.
Kyungsoo picked up talking as if they had never been interrupted. Baekhyun couldn’t believe it- not only did the younger man do nothing to dissuade the waiter’s advances, now he was pretending it had never happened! Baekhyun sighed into a pout, leaning his cheek heavily upon his fist as he gazed out of the window, blatantly ignoring Kyungsoo in favor of the people passing by outside.
Kyungsoo could be dense, but he could tell Baekhyun wasn’t giving him his full attention. Kyungsoo stared intently at the elder, waiting to see if Baekhyun would turn his attention away from the window and back to Kyungsoo. He didn’t. Kyungsoo stopped talking to see if the other would notice. He didn’t. Kyungsoo huffed and slumped down in his chair, glaring at his older lover as he sipped his coffee.
It wasn’t until he finished his coffee, setting down the mug with a loud clang of ceramic against the copper table top, the Baekhyun at last returned his attention to the younger. “Finished?” he asked, still paying Kyungsoo only the barest civility. At Kyungsoo’s affirmative, Baekhyun stood abruptly, grabbed Kyungsoo by the wrist and dragged him quickly from the shop, leaving their cups for stupid Kim Keep-It-In-Your-Pants Jongin to deal with.
Kyungsoo tripped upon being wrenched from his seat, and was hard pressed to regain his balance at Baekhyun dragged him out of the shop briskly and towards their apartment, never once slowing his pace. As Kyungsoo stumbled along behind he grew increasingly angry until, at last, his annoyance came to a head. “Yah, Byun Baekhyun! What the heck! You ignored me the whole time in the café and now you’re hurting me. Let- go-!” Kyungsoo was shouting at Baekhyun and whacking him about the shoulders with his free hand as they hurried home, never mind the scene he was making on the street.
Kyungsoo continued hitting Baekhyun on the back and shouting at the back of his head for much of the journey home, before finally giving up at the lack of response and allowing himself to be dragged. He just didn’t understand- what had he done to deserve such treatment?
~+~
It wasn’t until they were inside the apartment that Baekhyun finally let go of Kyungsoo. “Yah, Byun Baekhyun, why did-” Kyungsoo began, only to be cut off when Baekhyun turned back to him and slammed him into the wall. “What-” he tried again, but was cut off once more by Baekhyun’s lips slamming against his.
Kyungsoo was stunned by the aggression with which Baekhyun attacked his mouth, lips and tongue working skillfully together to work Kyungsoo’s mouth open and slip inside. This was utterly at odds with their usual dynamic- normally Kyungsoo preferred to be dominant, Baekhyun falling wiling victim to his control, but Kyungsoo found he honestly didn’t mind.
Kyungsoo moaned softly into the other’s mouth as Baekhyun stroked the roof of the younger’s mouth with his tongue, the elder’s thigh moving to part his legs and rub against his crotch at the same time. All at once Baekhyun was pulling back, keeping Kyungsoo pinned to the wall by one slender hand gently placed against his throat.
“You just let him flirt with you, didn’t you, you little whore,” Baekhyun hissed, lips brushing Kyungsoo’s ear and breath ghosting over the side of his face, making him shiver. The words were also accompanied by a slight increase in the pressure of Baekhyun’s hand against his throat, causing Kyungsoo to suck in a breath sharply at the unexpected arousal that spiked through him at the combination of the tightening hand and Baekhyun’s demeaning words.
“I -” he tried, only to be cut off by Baekhyun’s slender fingers tightening again around his throat, sending another unexpected wave of heat through him.
Baekhyun nipped sharply at the younger’s neck, making him whimper slightly. “That new guy at the coffee shop, Jongin. He was obviously flirting with you and you didn’t even try to stop him.” Baekhyun licked down the other’s neck to nibble at his collarbones, before trailing back up the other side of Kyungsoo’s neck to nip at that spot behind his ear that was always so sensitive. “I bet you wanted him too, didn’t you, you slut,” Baekhyun hissed in the other’s ear once more before allowing the tip of his tongue to dart out and lick at the rim of Kyungsoo’s ear. “You know I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else.”
Kyungsoo mewled at a combination of the physical sensations the other’s unexpectedly arousing words. He was so used to being in control, he’d never stopped to investigate what might make him shiver with pleasure. Being demeaned so was something he would never have expected, but Baekhyun seemed to be finding his weaknesses with aplomb.
Baekhyun was honestly astonished by his own success. Much as he had hoped to punish Kyungsoo for inspiring his jealousy Baekhyun really hadn't expected to be this successful- he'd been sure the smaller man would have stopped him by now, forcing them back to their usual routine. Instead Baekhyun had received a reaction beyond anything he could have imagined; his usually stoic lover was not just tolerating his touch but fairly melting beneath his demeaning words, his usual silence lost in favor of mewling and passionate moans.
Baekhyun was so used to being the thoroughly submissive partner in their lovemaking that he'd never given much thought to what it might be like to occupy the opposite position; now that he was in this situation, Baekhyun found he quite liked being in control, loved the feeling of being in charge of the other’s pleasure, of being able to make the other like putty in his hands.
Baekhyun fairly worshiped Kyungsoo’s neck and ears with his mouth, peppering his neck and collarbones with large purple marks, before flipping abruptly to press the smaller man’s face against the wall- Kyungsoo moaned.
Baekhyun mouthed the back of Kyungsoo’s neck roughly as he untucked the smaller man’s shirt roughly, sliding his hands underneath to knead the other’s almost feminine hips and soft stomach, grinding his swelling cock into Kyungsoo’s ass as he did so.
Kyungsoo moaned at the attention and the sensation of the other’s cock against his ass. To think that all this time a world of sensation had been waiting for him and he had been to stubborn to even investigate. More’s the pity for wasted time, but at least he was experiencing it now.
So lost was Kyungsoo in the feeling of the elder’s mouth against his neck that he didn’t notice the other smoothly unbuttoning his pants and belt until his pants were being tugged roughly down his thighs along with his underwear. Kyungsoo moaned louder at the almost painful rough feeling of Baekhyun’s still-clothed crotch against his naked ass, the zipper abrading his milky flesh slightly, yet Kyungsoo couldn’t bring himself to stop humping backwards against the older man.
Baekhyun was beyond aroused. The sight of the smaller man, normally so dominant, shaking and moaning and rutting himself back into Baekhyun was something he’d never thought to see. He groaned roughly at the sight before grabbing Kyungsoo, dragging him out of the entranceway to the apartment (which they had never left) and throwing him down over the arm of the couch, the angle pressing his flushed face deep into the cushions.
Baekhyun pulled back to just look at the younger man. He looked beautiful spread out over the couch like that, pale milky skin dotted occasionally with dark moles, bright flush of arousal spreading down his neck to his upper back and shoulders, his position on the putting his ass on display and causing his back to arch enticingly. Baekhyun took a second to appreciate the view before setting his hand down on Kyungsoo’s ass. His hand fell harder than he intended it hitting the smaller man’s plump ass with a smack, startlng in how the volume belied the force of the action.
Baekhyun was further startled by Kyungsoo’s sharp cry at the accidental smack. He ran his hand over the buttock, marveling at the lovely pink flush his hand had left behind. Kyungsoo pushed his butt back into the older’s hand moaning; Baekhyun smirked. He raised his hand again before letting it fall against the younger’s other buttock, the action more deliberate and forceful this time. Kyungsoo positively keened, humping down against the couch them back up against Baekhyun’s hand at the pleasure.
Baekhyun smirked before leaning over the younger man- making sure to press his crotch hard against the other’s smarting cheeks (and action which prompted a further whine from Kyungsoo)- to talk directly into his year. “My, my, you like that, don’t you, slut,” Baekhyun murmured, amusement clear in his voice. Kyungsoo whined, shrinking away from Baekhyun in shame before slowly nodding his head, effectively grinding his face further into the couch cushion.
Baekhyun pulled back, grinning at the response before spanking Kyungsoo’s right buttock sharply, then his left in quick succession, drawing a yelp from the younger man. Baekhyun rained blows continuously down on the smaller’s milky ass, staining it a deep red, until it was warm to the touch, almost radiating heat in response to the abuse. “Is that what you wanted you whore?” Baekhyun emphasized his statement with a final slap across Kyungsoo’s ass. Kyungsoo let out an unrestrainedly high-pitched bark at the feeling before nodding his head vigorously in affirmation, far past the point of shame. Baekhyun grinned, being sure to grind his crotch against the pink skin, partly to assuage to his own arousal but mostly for the way Kyungsoo’s breath caught when the zipper of his pants caught on the inflamed skin.
Baekhyun kneaded the warm flesh, grip rough yet tender, before spreading the younger’s cheeks to stare at his pink hole. He slid to his knees between the smaller’s thick thighs before burying his face between his spread cheeks. “Oh, baby, you smell so good,” he murmured, nuzzling his nose into the earthy musk before darting his tongue out to tease Kyungsoo’s hole.
Kyungsoo yelped and fairly crushed Baekhyun’s head between his thighs at the unanticipated sensation. Baekhyun pulled back annoyed. “Here, spread your own damn cheeks,” he ordered, waiting impatiently for Kyungsoo to reach back, slowly and shakily, to grip his own buttocks and spread them apart. “Good boy,” Baekhyun cooed, kissing the other’s sensitive perineum as reward. “Now don’t. Move.”
Kyungsoo whined his understanding and Baekhyun, thoroughly satisfied with how things were going, moved back between the younger’s legs, biting a buttock before moving back to lick a broad strip from Kyungsoo’s balls up to his tight hole, which clenched visibly at the attention as Kyungsoo’s breath shuddered loudly.
Baekhyun worked noisily at Kyungsoo’s hole, kissing it, biting it, lapping around the sensitive outer ring before pushing gradually more of his tongue into the other’s tight heat. Kyungsoo truly squealed at that, tightening around the elder’s tongue and thrashing against the couch, losing his grip on his buttocks to grab for Baekhyun’s hair before the elder pulled back to smack the younger’s thigh hard in punishment. Baekhyun waited for Kyungsoo to calm down and spread himself once more before moving back to push his tongue into the younger’s asshole, pausing only to slick a few fingers with saliva before pushing one in alongside his tongue.
Kyungsoo wailed as Baekhyun’s finger scraped against his inner walls. Baekhyun’s fingers were slim enough that the thickness was hardly an issue, but they were so very long, reaching far deeper inside Kyungsoo than Kyungsoo’s own fingers could ever do to Baekhyun. As his tongue worked busily on the entrance to the other’s tight hole, Baekhyun crooked his finger slightly downward, towards the younger’s front. Kyungsoo groaned and rutted backwards once more as Baekhyun’s long fingers easily reached and teased his prostate. Kyungsoo had known, of course, the effect that magical spot had upon Baekhyun, but had never truly understood the level of sensation a simple touch to that intimate place could impart upon he himself.
Much as he enjoyed Kyungsoo’s reaction to it, Baekhyun was ultimately limited by maintain his mouth’s connection to the smaller’s ass. He was reaching the end of his patience and was quickly reaching a point of simply wanting to speed the process along and reach the main event.
With this in mind he regretfully pulled back, ignoring Kyungsoo’s cry of protest, before rapidly replacing his tongue with a second finger. The finger was far less than adequately lubed, and its entrance stung, but Kyungsoo was so far beyond the point of caring that the pain barely even registered. Baekhyun began to speed the process along, pumping the fingers and scissoring them quickly, crooking them against the younger’s prostate occasionally in an attempt to alleviate the pain. He renewed the coating of spit on his fingers before inserting a third, not seeking to truly damage his lover with inadequate preparation.
Kyungsoo truly squealed at the third finger. Although it was not truly that much of a jump from only two, the stretch felt so much more, making Kyungsoo nervous about what was to come. Baekhyun stroked his lower back soothingly, whispering nothings about how good Kyungsoo looked, stretched around his fingers like that, and willing the younger man to relax. Despite the burn of the stretch Kyungsoo was writhing and moaning, broken cries for for more cutting occasionally through his moans.
Finally Baekhyun had had enough- he had ignored his own pleasure for long enough, it was time to claim what was his.
Kyungsoo took Baekhyun’s withdrawal from his ass as a queue to relax and loosen his grip on his buttocks. Baekhyun quickly put a stop to that, slapping Kyungsoo hard several times on each cheek and thigh before returning the younger man’s hands to spread his ass once more. Once Kyungsoo was properly spread Baekhyun drove the point home with a final slap, harder than any before it, directly over the smaller’s exposed hole.
Kyungsoo screamed, gripping his own ass tightly and writhing against the couch in shock and unexpected pain, the blow stinging all the more for its contact with his sensitized hole. His body tensed to a point of almost absolute rigidity before collapsing limply over the arm of the couch, never having let go of his spread ass.
Baekhyun was pleased. Even when he saw come slipping slowly down the couch, Kyungsoo an unwitting victim of his newly discovered pain kink and the unannounced finishing blow, Baekhyun could bring himself to be nothing but pleased with the younger man. He smoothed a hand over Kyungsoo’s back in reward as well as a silent command to stay as he was while Baekhyun quickly made his way to the bedroom for lube- no matter how eager he was, he really didn't want to damage his lover, and the unlubricated friction would be painful to himself as well.
When he returned it was to see Kyungsoo shaking with embarrassment at his exposure and arousal from the demeaning nature of the same, bright, vibrant red spreading once more down his neck and upper back, concentrating in the flaming tips of his ears, face pushed into the couch. He was whining slightly, cries of “Baek, Baekhyun please, please Baek,” only barely audible up close.
Kyungsoo jumped at the return of Baekhyun’s touch, hands smoothing down over his buttocks and meaty thighs, reveling in contrast of flushed bright red against almost translucently pale white skin. Baekhyun quickly opened his pants, squirted the lube into his palm and coated his cock, groaning slightly at the slick warmth of his hand, before smearing the remainder onto Kyungsoo’s hole which seemed almost to gasp in response, fluttering open slightly before clenching tight once more. He wiped his hand clean before pointing his cock at Kyungsoo’s hole and, counting on the extended nature of his preparation, plunged his cock in all at once, not stopping to until his hips were pressed agains Kyungsoo’s hands where they continued to pry his own cheeks apart.
Kyungsoo wailed, body bucking against the couch in objection to the stimulus to his over-sensitized hole. Baekhyun quickly moved the younger man’s hands from where they were gripping his spread cheeks, honestly fearful he would hurt himself with the desperate force of his grip. Kyungsoo then took the intense almost-pain of his pleasure out in the couch, hands kneading and grasping desperately at the cushions.
Baekhyun pushed lightly between the younger’s shoulder blades, liking the increased arch of Kyungsoo’s back and the way that it put the alabaster globes of his ass further on display, before gripping his hips firmly and drawing back a bit- Kyungsoo whimpered quietly- and pushing back in. In all honesty, Baekhyun was nervous. He had been firmly on he bottom for so long, had so little experience with dominating, that he really didn't know exactly what he was doing, and it was strangely terrifying. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, and then though of what he himself enjoyed. He had plenty of experience in submitting after all, and thus a very thorough knowledge of what felt good and what did not. Secure in the knowledge of his experience Baekhyun drew back, further this time so that Kyungsoo’s hole was stretched wide around just the head of his cock, before slamming in with more force, his hips slapping audibly against the cherry red skin of Kyungsoo’s abused ass.
Kyungsoo let out a moan, loud and almost musical in quality, as Baekhyun’s cock scraped along his inner walls, still almost too much in the sensitivity that lingered in the wake of Kyungsoo’s orgasm, distant memory though it now was. Kyungsoo took a moment to breath, grateful that Baekhyun was taking it slow, before having all the air knocked out of him as Baekhyun began to pound into him in earnest.
At last Baekhyun lost all patience and began hammering hard into the younger, drawing back almost all the way- and in fact even falling out a few times as he worked out the range of motion available to him- then slamming back in with a repeated sharp flesh-on-flesh sound as Baekhyun’s hips hit Kyungsoo’s fleshy bottom hard, and an almost sickly arousing squelching of Baekhyun’s cock pounding in and out of Kyungsoo’s slick asshole.
With each thrust in Kyungsoo was forced forward into the couch, his face crushing repeatedly into the cushion. Baekhyun loved the look of his lover, flushed face being smothered into the cushion, mouth open and drooling in mindless pleasure. Baekhyun leaned forward to nip small bites up the pale skin over Kyungsoo’s spine, sucking a prominent mark on the side of his neck underestimate his left ear, before licking his way to Kyungsoo’s open mouth. Phish slight height advantage only just allowed him to reach Kyungsoo’s mouth from this position, kissing him deeply as his hands worked up and down the younger’s sides.
Bending forward had Baekhyun’s cock pressing against the front wall of Kyungsoo’s ass, and the smaller man gasped into Baekhyun’s mouth as his cock pressed against Kyungsoo’s prostate.
Baekhyun righted himself, intent on searching out that same spot once more. He thrust, continuously, shifting his angle with each thrust in an attempt to hit the younger’s prostate again and replicate the tightening of Kyungsoo’s ass around him that had accompanied the first accidental stimulation of that bundle of nerves. After a bit of determined searching, Baekhyun found what he was looking for and, with its position firmly in mind, began to hammer just that place repeatedly.
Kyungsoo became, if possible, even more uninhibited, crying out and moaning utterly without restraint, arms now laying uselessly by his sides as his fingers spread and flexed, muscles uncontrolled in his immense pleasure. Baekhyun, satisfied with his ability to bring his lover to such a state, began to move more slowly and deliberately, pulling his cock out completely and pausing briefly before, pounding it back in. He repeated the process over and over, entranced by the was Kyungsoo’s hole seemed to wink open in his absence, sucking him in eagerly upon reentry.
Kyungsoo was a wreck, barely coherent with little more than babbled nonsense and sounds of ecstasy spilling from his lips. Baekhyun caught only the occasional word or short phrase, usually some combination of “Baek,” “please,” or “come, gonna come.” Baekhyun was at the end of his tether himself, stamina admittedly flagging and orgasm fast approaching.
Abruptly Baekhyun pulled out and away completely, Kyungsoo whining loudly at being abandoned so, before Baekhyun grabbed him by the hips and flipped him quickly onto his back. Kyungsoo gasped at the sudden transition, eyes wide in obvious surprise. Baekhyun took in his wide, still innocent eyes, his tear-stained face, his moist and plump red lips gasping for air and letting out continuous little whines with each shaky exhalation. Baekhyun groaned, the sight of his lover looking so utterly wrecked arousing something deep inside him he hadn’t known existed, and lifted a smooth white leg over one should've before plunging back inside the swollen hole.
Kyungsoo keened shrilly, the position allowing Baekhyun’s cock to delve still deeper than it had done before, and the way Kyungsoo was bent backwards over the arm of the couch allowing Baekhyun’s hard cock to hit his prostate easily and repeatedly, the constant pressure and stimulus slowly driving Kyungsoo insane, or so he thought. The pleasure had him clenching rhythmically around Baekhyun, who was moaning in his own turn at the added pleasure to an already pleasurable situation. Baekhyun sew more times into the spot before Kyungsoo wailed, coming hard, large eyes rolling back and ass tightening such that Baekhyun could no longer move as the younger’s cum spurted up his stomach slightly, some of his semen dripping down his cock in globs to run down his balls to his balls.
Kyungsoo’s inner muscles fluttered in the wake of his orgasm and it proved too much for Baekhyun, the elder thrust a few more times into the constricting moist heat before coming, semen shooting deep into the younger man. Baekhyun collapsed over his lover, utterly spent after the unusual activity. They stuck together slightly, sweat and come pasting their fronts together until Baekhyun finally roused himself enough to pull out, appreciating the shudder that ran through Kyungsoo’s body as the released cum ran down the back of his thighs and onto their couch. Baekhyun left briefly, retrieving tissues to clean them both slightly- giving his come-spattered shirt up as a lost cause- before moving the younger into a more comfortable position and collapsing onto the couch himself. “Now don't make me jealous,” Baekhyun murmured, barely hearing Kyungsoo’s breathy affirmative as the other man nodded off. Baekhyun looked down at him fondly, stroking slim fingers through sweaty hair, before himself drifting off to sleep.